What Was Meant to Be

by Q.B. Tyler

“You don’t want this.” She moves into my arms and wraps hers around me. “I know you love me.” “I do,” I tell her honestly. I wasn’t about to lie to her after all we’d been through and I wasn’t about to let her think that this wasn’t going to be hard on me as well. “I do love you. But sometimes, love isn’t enough. Sometimes loving someone means letting them go.”

“Yeah, you’re fucked. He looks like a man that came here to play zero games.”

I want to add that I don’t give a fuck about this other guy and there’s no way she can be the love of his life while she’s still the love of mine and if my instincts are correct, that I’m still the love of hers.

“Yes, Mason. I am insane. I let the woman I love slip right through my fingers. I want her back and I want her back now.”

“I just… I thought I’d have more time.” “More time for what?” I whisper. “For a second chance with you.”

“Don’t marry him.”

“You don’t love him, Whitney. Not the way you loved me. Love me.”

“You think I give a fuck? You could be married with three kids, and you’d still belong to me.”

“I love you.” Her eyes widen and I shrug, laying all my cards out on the table once in for all. “I’ve always loved you. I’ve never stopped loving you. Don’t marry him.”

“Can’t say that I do. I went to three bachelor parties while we were together and I distinctly remember demanding nudes from you every four hours. So don’t hand me that drunk mistake bullshit because I could have been so drunk I didn’t remember my own name, but I damn sure always knew yours.”

never agreed to play fair. Another man asked you to marry him. As far as I’m concerned, he declared war on me first. And you know what they say about love and war.”

“Whitney, I haven’t slept with anyone.” My head cocks to the side. “What do you mean?” “While we’ve been apart, I haven’t been with anyone else,” he says just before his lips form a straight line. “You’re the last woman I’ve slept with.”

“What I feel for you is deeper than love, Whitney.” Oh. He lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Devotion. Obsession.” He sighs. “Telling you I love you doesn’t seem to feel enough. The fact that I feel so out of control with need for you when I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s going to cause a catastrophic response and yet I don’t fucking care.” He turns his head toward me. “I just want you. I need you. I feel you underneath my skin every second. I felt you in every painful beat of my heart when we were apart.”